- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Scifi, Magical
He stood there silent, unable to truly comprehend the events of the previous hours. His chest rose and fell, giving away the rapid rate at which his heart beat. With a resigned sigh, he turned to Pearson for just a moment and said, "Okay. Stay safe my friend."
Away he went, crossing the street, tiredness slamming into his mind like a fog on a cold morning, choking every bit of life from him. A voice echoed in the back of his mind-"It's my turn."
Kallen floated in an endless void-a living stereotype of what "unconsciousness" was like. He floated until his form slammed into an invisible wall, crumpling to the ground. He laid there, unmoving, until a thought crossed his mind-"Get up." He warily stood up, his legs an unsure foundation for the rest of his body.
A flicker of light-his eyes snapped to it, funnily enough, like a moth to a light. Closer, closer, until it consumed his entire field of vision. And then-
He shot up in his bed, sweat dripping down his face. He reached over to his bedside table, pulling a water bottle from its home. He unscrewed the cap- The light slinked away, revealing a large field with buildings of various sizes strewn across it- and downed half of the lukewarm water in a single gulp.
He spoke to himself, his voice dying before it could escape his lips. "Is this real? I'm sure I'm just faking everything-there's no way I'm not fully in control of my mind…" A shiver ran down his spine as-
The memory had finished it's playback in its entirety. But still, one thing didn't quite make sense-how did that one person recover from their wounds as fast as they did? He shoved away the thoughts, still uncomfortable with the memory resurfacing. The answers would come one day.
-as the memory scratched across his consciousness. He knew for certain that catching sleep would be like trying to nab gold in the Gold Rush.
Away he went, crossing the street, tiredness slamming into his mind like a fog on a cold morning, choking every bit of life from him. A voice echoed in the back of his mind-"It's my turn."
Kallen floated in an endless void-a living stereotype of what "unconsciousness" was like. He floated until his form slammed into an invisible wall, crumpling to the ground. He laid there, unmoving, until a thought crossed his mind-"Get up." He warily stood up, his legs an unsure foundation for the rest of his body.
A flicker of light-his eyes snapped to it, funnily enough, like a moth to a light. Closer, closer, until it consumed his entire field of vision. And then-
He shot up in his bed, sweat dripping down his face. He reached over to his bedside table, pulling a water bottle from its home. He unscrewed the cap- The light slinked away, revealing a large field with buildings of various sizes strewn across it- and downed half of the lukewarm water in a single gulp.
He spoke to himself, his voice dying before it could escape his lips. "Is this real? I'm sure I'm just faking everything-there's no way I'm not fully in control of my mind…" A shiver ran down his spine as-
The memory had finished it's playback in its entirety. But still, one thing didn't quite make sense-how did that one person recover from their wounds as fast as they did? He shoved away the thoughts, still uncomfortable with the memory resurfacing. The answers would come one day.
-as the memory scratched across his consciousness. He knew for certain that catching sleep would be like trying to nab gold in the Gold Rush.